Poetry

They were learning every day, learning to handle fragile things with soft grips, learning to dance to slow songs using slow steps ❤Learning to appreciate the beauty forged by the divine, they were better artists because they soiled lots of writing pads earlier in their lives and yet never gave Read more…

So we Closed our eyes and dreamt of the tommorow we desired Life was short, we didn’t have all the time on the earth We couldn’t pause one aspect of our lives for the sake of another to thrive It all happened at once and we had all it took Read more…